Cameron Dallas Dirty Novels & Stories

I fell hard into a pile of sharp gravel. The impact lacerated my palm, blood oozing from my bone-baring cut. I fixed my gaze on Jack Campton, yet all I saw in his eyes was annoyance. "Oh, no, Willow! You're bleeding! You're not going to get tetanus or something, are you?" Dakota Sweeney covered her mouth in exaggerated shock, but her eyes gleamed with poorly hidden delight. "What a pity. I just used the alcohol pads to wipe the mud off my shoes."

I deadpan and he nodded slowly "in deed you're still stubborn. well meet my... " am Cammy " a girl squealed out loud as soon as she ran in. she was dressed in male trouser and white shirt. her hair were short like that of a male "who is she's "Dianna ask pointing at her "am Cammy and he's my dad "she said giggling "dad "we all asked giving Victor a questioning look and he exhaled sharply...

He gave me a sad smile as he tucked a stray hair on my ear. “Well, I am already upset. What is there to lose?” I crossed my arms as if saying ‘I’m waiting.’ “Okay.” He said in defeat. “It’s about this morning's news.” He glanced briefly at my blank face before continuing. “It says that three men were ground to the bones inside the meat shop in Hill Street. And…and one of those three men was my friend, Caleb.” He finished panting, like the thought of his friend being dead is consuming the life out of him. My eyes widened in mocked shock and disbelief. What got my attention was the fact that he knows Caleb Salazar. But the question was, to what extent?

I'm going crazy damn it… damn you. He does go faster, stronger, and deeper… She becomes warmer, louder, tighter… “I’m coming… I should... should pull out… of you…” “NO! Stay... inside me... pleeeassse… don’t stop… just keep… going!” ”Damn it… damnit yes, I want to… come inside… you…” “Then do it! DO IT! I’M COMIIIING TOO!” ”AGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!” And he shoves himself completely into her, while she gets pinned between him and the wall…

“Harder. Like you mean it.” “Like this?” I pumped him faster, loving the way his hips jerked. “You’re leaking all over my hand. Pathetic.” He growled and shoved my skirt up, yanking my panties aside. Two thick fingers slid through my wetness, teasing my entrance. “Pathetic? You’re dripping down my fingers, Elena. So fucking wet for your enemy.” I moaned loudly as he pushed both fingers inside me, curling them deep. Pleasure shot through me so sharp I nearly dropped to the floor. “Oh god… Damien…”

I could still hear her laughing as I escaped. Crazy woman. The second I shut my door, I dropped dramatically on my bed and groaned into my pillow. This was a disaster. A complete disaster. My phone buzzed. I rolled over and grabbed it from my nightstand. It was a text from Selene. SELENE — Ashford Dirty Pot just posted a picture of you and Mr. Sexy Psychopath kissing. I zoomed in on the picture. It was clear we were eating each other's faces. But at the same time… it felt real.

she repeats, trembling now. Another strike. Then another. I don’t pause between them this time, just enough rhythm to keep her off-balance, to keep her in that space where pleasure and pain blend into something addictive. Her moans grow louder, more ragged, and I don’t stop until her knees are shaking and her thighs are slick. “Now tell me,” I murmur. “What else are you? Come on, baby. Use that pretty little mouth.” “I’m your dirty baby girl,” she whispers, face flushed and lips trembling.

she moaned as he started rubbing her slit with his fingers. She gripped his shoulders when two fingers slid inside her. They locked eyes, both of them breathing heavily, their gazes clouded with lust. She had never felt such intensity before—such an electrifying chemistry that threatened to consume them whole. "If this is what you call dirty, then I’m willing to get dirty with you, Sir Noah," she whispered before rocking her hips against his hand.

She should have been ecstatic over the score, but hardly seemed to register it. I was stealthily checking her out every chance I got. Knee high boots, low cut skin-tight shorts, and a white, burgundy and gold halter top that showed something we might never have guessed at. The girl had bodacious ta-tas. Cleavage, even! Of course I could never let her know I even saw her as a woman. She'd tear my nuts off. "The Dallas game is still knotted at zero, as is Philadelphia," Bob told her, "but Dallas is driving." He waved at the smaller TV, where we could see Dallas was inside the Seattle 20.

She was still a little puffy and sensitive from last night, but so fucking wet that my fingers made obscene squelching noises as I pumped them deep. “Oh shit—Leo!” she gasped against my lips, her hips bucking wildly, riding my hand. Her juices ran down my wrist. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” I growled, curling my fingers to rub that spongy spot inside her while my thumb attacked her swollen clit. “My own stepsister getting finger-fucked in a closet because she can’t stay away from my cock.”